Hide my scars from light.
Thin cloth keeps my sins hidden.
Thinner flesh still bleeds.
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Undead Poetry.
PoetryLate night poems written by an insomniac, and published here. This'll be my poem collection, and will stay exclusively on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them.
All we see of people are what they want us to see.
Hide my scars from light.
Thin cloth keeps my sins hidden.
Thinner flesh still bleeds.
